This is a song about "Money girls cars cash futureblogger"

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems